18 September 2012
Amethyst eyes
filled in ink,
Sketched against
white rooms,
Sound proof
with barred windows,
Keeping in the
ghosts shadows,
In a straightjacket
of paper,
Stitched together
by words,
Victim of time
in a padded room,
Insanity consumes,
Running from
the voices
of a phantom poet,
Into a fire ready to be lit,
Martyr of the unfortunate,
Weapon of worlds,
Intricate pages,
imagination of an artists brush,
at the tip of a pen,
Complexity of a single word,
Individually yours,
the writers hands,
Strung into a page
of worlds,
Where paper cries,
Body's numb,
The writer's asylum.
Writers Asylum • Opuss № I